Borne upon the wind of hallowed crusade
A declaration is made, be not afraid
To be not afraid

Unfurling in frantic waves of utter catastrophe
The Seraphim's prophecy
Not a single entity left to mourn for humanity

Before me appeared a form of mind-bleeding swarm
Its writhing mass
Held my mind within its grasp
Abstruse and radiant
Its wings wreathed in endless eyes
A divine progeny bearing the Seraphim's final prophecy
Cacophonous, speaking in tongues
It cursed my senses

Bestowing the very
Sensation of annihilation

In the absence of our deity
We've penned a new end to the human odyssey
The Seraphim's prophecy
Unfurls in frantic waves of utter catastrophe
In the absence of our deity
We've penned a new end to the human odyssey
The Seraphim's prophecy
Not a single entity left to mourn for humanity

Seen through the eyes of a myriad driven mad
Such blinding birth
Prometheus has touched the earth
A gift of rapturous firestorms

Miles sterilized in an instant of merciful obliteration
Only the dead are truly fortunate
The living shall know naught but suffering

Relentless scalding winds strip the flesh from helpless fleeing forms
They pray for the end
Eyes boiling in their sockets

A sickness shall enshroud all who remain
Boils and lesions corrupt mirth
The future met with disdain and stillbirth

A noxious cloud blooms in the godless sky
This horror signifies the dawn of our demise
A dark star pulses in the leaden sky
Those who survive the megafires will be entombed in ice